Except for the little prince who was sleeping soundly at the moment, the other princes also looked up and down at the man in the old man's mask in front of them. The crown prince felt a sense of danger, like a cold wind blowing in his face, which could not be shaken off. He frowned slightly and pulled his sleeping younger brother with a little more force.
The fourth prince was as happy as if he had seen a famous scholar in the wild. He smiled and nodded, saying, "I am Li Hui."
"I have met this gentleman."
The seventh prince's eyes lit up slightly. He held the exquisite teapot in one hand and poured tea into his own cup. Then he tilted his head back to drink the tea as if it were wine. He laughed and said, "Mr. Qi seems to be a man who can fight and kill enemies. I think the space outside is quite spacious. How about we go out and have a competition?"
"Are you going to use a gun or an axe?"
Qi Wuhuo took all these princes in his eyes, his expression calm beneath the mask.
Unexpectedly, all the emperor's powerful sons came.
Is it true that Zhongzhou is such a good place that all these princes gather here before going to the capital?
Or was it because that sword destroyed the prince's luck?
The East Palace lost its master, and the fortunes of the princes influenced each other, thus attracting the other princes to come. This is the so-called [a dragon swallowing a dragon] fortune pattern. The young Taoist restrained his gaze and his curiosity, and just replied calmly: "I am only here to answer your doubts. Who wants to ask first?"
The fourth prince smiled slightly and said, "Indeed, I didn't have the heart to ask before."
"Seeing your demeanor, sir, I have something I want to ask you."
"The rules of the Mingzhen Dao League here are that the law cannot be passed on to other people, so when you are solving doubts, you can only be alone, right?"
The Seventh Prince raised his thick eyebrows and said instinctively, "When the two of them are alone, this thing is very suitable for attack."
"Killing any one of us can directly provoke conflicts between the Dao League and the imperial court."
"Then we can take advantage of the situation to create a rift between the imperial court and the sect."
"If a fight breaks out inside, the demon country outside will definitely pop up and come in to cause trouble."
Soon the atmosphere became tense, so he took a sip of tea, scratched his head, and laughed, "I said the wrong thing, hahaha, I'm always in that broken place at the border, and when I have nothing to do, I like to listen to those rough guys talking nonsense. Those guys like to talk about state affairs after drinking a few glasses of wine. Look at me, I'm about to be led astray by them."
"Hey, the Dao League has a thousand-year reputation. Of course I can trust it."
"In this case, I will be the first to ask."
The Seventh Prince stood up. Only then could one see that he was extremely tall, more than eight feet tall, with extremely broad shoulders and rough and messy eyebrows. He smiled and cupped his hands. On one side was the Taoist Alliance's quiet room, but just as the two were about to go over, the prince smiled faintly and said, "My cousin praised this place highly, and I also believe in the Taoist Alliance."
"I'll go first."
"Hahaha, since the eldest brother wants to come first, then the younger brother naturally can't compete with him."
The Seventh Prince sat down even faster than he stood up.
Smiling innocently.
The prince's face stiffened slightly, and he took his younger brother in under the pretext that his younger brother was still sleeping. When he entered, he saw the man who called himself Mr. Qi already sitting down. The place was decorated with a deep and mysterious aura, which was most suitable for quiet contemplation and questioning. However, it also made the man in gray clothes look ancient and cold.
The handsome man smiled and said, "My brother is young and hasn't woken up yet. I hope Mr. Qi won't blame me."
Qi Wuhuo replied: "No problem."
The sword case has been folded into a length of about one foot and hidden in a secret pocket.
The sword that kills thieves seems to have some spirituality at this moment.
The previous spiritual charm was strong, but it could only be released and could not be restrained.
After the Great Dao Lord knocked his fingers three times, he actually transformed himself from being as strong as a raging fire into being calm and composed, able to give and take.
The young Taoist knocked lightly on the sword case, his eyes narrowed slightly, and with the help of the power of the sword, he was able to "see" the prince's luck pillar of light with incredible clarity. It seemed to have been covered up by a secret method and was no longer conspicuous. However, Qi Wuhuo looked at the sleeping little prince and recalled the method described by the fortune teller and the means of avoiding disasters mentioned by Yun Qin.
However, one could see that there was some kind of luck in this young man that was being devoured by the prince.
The young Taoist priest calculated with his fingers hanging down, and figured out that this was a very standard fortune situation as recorded in the classics.
【Python swallows dragon】.
The prince's fate was to be cut off, like a dragon whose horns were cut off and its python retreated. In order not to die instantly, it had to swallow the dragon to maintain itself.
However, the way of the Human Emperor is, after all, a way of cultivating both the body and the soul.
It would be better if the person being devoured had a foundation in cultivation, and he was devouring the luck of his blood relatives so madly. But now it was obvious that the young prince did not have that kind of cultivation. After being devoured so recklessly by the person closest to him, he fell into a very long coma.
Although it will not harm life.
However, it will cut off the upper limit of your future path to cultivating luck.
Even with such madness, the prince's luck could not be restored.
The prince did not intend to ask anything.
The first one to come here was just to suppress his younger brothers in everything.
Just chatting casually, talking about some high-sounding but superficial things.
Qi Wuhuo saw the prince's crazy behavior of devouring his younger brother's luck, but he no longer had any intention of drawing his sword. He saw that the prince was always holding a white jade ring in his hand, which was slightly turning. There was a strong luck in it. Qi Wuhuo recalled the humanitarian books he had read during this period, and seemed to be thinking about something.
The destiny of humanity is to gather a strand of the spirit of all people in oneself, and then control the energy of all people to fight.
Either kill or protect.
The strength of one person is equal to the strength of ten thousand people, and even ten million people.
Therefore, it is extremely large and powerful.
Qi Wuhuo was a little curious before, how exactly the destiny of humanity condensed the primordial spirit and vital energy into itself. Now, seeing the ring in the prince's hand that was wrapped in extremely rich destiny, he suddenly had a guess: the primordial spirit and vital energy of all the people must be extremely mixed, and when condensed on one person, it would be like taking poison. He would be backlashed and affected, and gradually lose himself.
Therefore, these forces must be condensed outside. At the moment, it seems that they will eventually gather directly on the [Instrument of Humanity] and transform into the [Humanity Luck] that matches the [Qi].
In other words, the prince’s seal has been broken?
The young Taoist looked at the prince who was chatting and laughing calmly, and could already infer the huge storm that would be brought about by his return to the capital.
The Human Emperor, the present-day Saint.
What I long for is the feeling that everything is under my control.
With one strike of the sword, the crown prince was deposed, and the crown prince, having lost his luck and status, also devoured the luck of the youngest prince.
In this way, the knife is no longer a knife.
The last hidden chess piece who is to be protected by the knife will never give birth to the next generation of Human Emperor.
Emperor, this sword of mine will destroy all the arrangements you have made for the past fifty years. I wonder if you still like it?
However, it’s not so much a game of chess.
It's not that this sword directly destroyed the future that the emperor had planned in his mind, the perfect chess game in the name of "Emperor Wen", which directly overturned the table and caused the chess pieces to scatter to the ground with a crisp sound.
It was due to two reasons: the loss in the process of devouring luck and the collapse of the prince's own luck. After all, the luck of mankind was flowing and dissipating. Qi Wuhuo didn't care at first, but unknowingly, these lucks had diffused throughout the room and were put into his sleeves. The sword that killed thieves whistled slightly, as if it could no longer be restrained.
Qi Wuhuo was chatting with the prince about the way of cultivation of those who have left the world and what they have seen and heard, when he paused slightly.
It seems that this thing cannot bear the prince's luck. Is it necessary to waste this luck and maintain its superficial state?
He really values the position of crown prince.
However, from the close observation during this period of incense stick time, Qi Wuhuo had a vague guess in his mind - the combination of the Instrument of Humanity and the changes in his own soul brought about by his experience as an official in the imperial court, could it be that this combination of the two is the core method to control the [Destiny of Humanity]?
The prince’s luck was strong, but it was cut off, and he was still devouring his brother’s luck.
Therefore, Qi Wuhuo could easily "see" the changing trajectory of the prince's fortune.
Combined with the records in humanitarian classics, some truths were slowly deduced.
From ancient times to the present, no one has had the opportunity like him to observe the flow of human spirit in this way.
This is equivalent to directly deposing a crown prince and a prince in order to show him the flow of the human emperor's fortune and teach him what human fortune is.
Anyone who is not stupid will understand it through direct observation like this.
The young Taoist said to himself, "Is this the character and capacity of a hero?"
Then I was curious - can I?
In the dream of the Yellow Millet, the soul also undergoes changes. Isn’t it similar to the experiences in this human world?
He suddenly thought of the words written in the book by Da Daojun, which said that since one has practiced Taoism, one should have a long-term vision.
If you have a broad vision and an open mind, you will know that there is nothing in this world that you cannot do.
The young Taoist said to himself, "The so-called supernatural power is something that ordinary people dare not think about, and it is something that ordinary people cannot do."
Since it is said that the experience of serving as an official in the court will cause some changes in the soul, and with the addition of the instrument of humanity, one can control the charm of humanity, then who says that the experience in a dream is not possible? Why not give it a try?
Qi Wuhuo slightly clenched his right hand and pressed the sword case, and a wisp of innate qi came into contact with the killing sword in the sword case.
The sword rang long and deep.
He sat upright with a serious expression and his eyes slightly closed.
The hidden memories in the soul were pried open, and the aura began to undergo a long-lasting change.
The prince was embracing his sleeping brother affectionately, and said with a smile: "The people are suffering. If practitioners like you can enter our court, then using your supernatural powers to seek the welfare of the people, why should our human race not be able to become the leader of all the races in the world, and why should the people not be able to live and work in peace and contentment?"
He was talking excitedly, but suddenly he paused.
Not sure if it was his illusion, but when he looked at the person in front of him, he suddenly felt that the man was not wearing a mask.
Although he sounds young, he is actually a very old man.
He was old and heavy, and his authority was unfathomable. He actually had the same feeling as when he was meeting the prime minister of the dynasty. For some reason, he felt awkward and restricted. No... The prince made a judgment in his mind that this feeling was almost beyond his composure when facing the prime minister of the dynasty. He even felt a sense of oppression that he could not raise his head, and he became nervous subconsciously.
But this kind of temperament disappeared in an instant.
It seemed to be just the prince's illusion.
I heard birds singing outside the window, and the person sitting in front of me was still just an ordinary Taoist priest.
Qi Wuhuo opened his eyes.
Eyes clear and peaceful.
There was a slight sigh in his heart, not from his current identity as a Taoist, but from the perspective of Master Wuhuo, who was just dreaming and seemed to be neither real nor fake. Under his sleeves, a wisp of pure breath was entangled between his fingers, and he was extremely obedient.
He had been a general and a prime minister for more than fifty years, and had reached the highest position among the ministers, the Duke of Qi. Now he had finally felt what the so-called "human destiny" was.
The humanitarian luck emanating from the prince was controlled by the young Taoist with his own spirit.
And it's extremely smooth.
The current destiny of the Human Emperor is to follow the path of plundering the powerful by [taking from the deficient to serve the abundant].
Pure humanitarian luck itself, at least the humanitarian luck of the prince.
There is no self and spirituality is insufficient.
They are still unable to distinguish the difference between the Yellow Millet Dream created by Taishang himself and the real world.
In front of this emanating luck, the feeling brought by the young man in front of it was not that of the free and easy Taoist Tai Shang Xuanwei, but the unparalleled great master who had served as a general and a prime minister in the Shenwu Dynasty, the first-rank Duke of Qi, the general who pacified the three armies, the prince's tutor, and the grand tutor of the new dynasty.
In front of such an existence, and choosing between him and a prince whose fate has been abolished, is like a stream of water, which naturally seeks living water, like flowing from a high place to a low place, and naturally falls on Qi Wuhuo.
What we lack is the humanitarian tools to mobilize this destiny of humanity.
It just can’t be stored yet.
Therefore, Qi Wuhuo simply sent it into the sword that killed the thief.
The longer sword has more spiritual charm.
But the prince didn't know why, but gradually he became tired. He felt that the backlash of luck that he had suppressed with great difficulty before was about to rise again. He looked tired and lost interest in talking. Qi Wuhuo lowered his eyes and took the initiative to end the conversation, saying, "My lord, you are tired. Why don't we talk again another day?"
The prince forced a smile and said, "It was a great chat today. I will come and bother you again someday."
When she stood up, she should have left, but she turned around and asked, "Sir, you should know my identity."
"I wonder if you think I can be called the emperor in the future?"
The young Taoist lowered his eyes.
In the eyes of the prince, he seemed to see an old man with a deep aura looking at him. He was tall and had a deep aura. He held a sword in his hand, which seemed to be able to kill the tyrants and corrupt officials. His power was like the sea and the prison. But in another trance, he still saw the young Taoist, who replied:
"Only with benevolence and virtue can one be the emperor of the world."
The prince reluctantly bowed and said, "In that case, I will accept your instruction."
When I went out, I didn't realize that my clothes were already soaked with cold sweat on my back.
Qi Wuhuo sat down.
Eyes slightly lowered.
The sword case has become several times heavier, and the sword that kills thieves has a very strong aura.
It has swallowed up half of the prince's luck.
The sword's momentum is complete.